A NEW NOMENCLATURE
When the wind turns back to Paradise,
what do we call it? A phenomenon like
no other? No. There are no words for
that. The shepherd watches over the
field, to see what the change will bring.
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Cows and sheep and horses, they each
stand watching. They are used to most
things of that nature, and to an extent
have seen it all. Near the pointed fence
with all its barbs, the two-hundred year
old house offers entrance. ('You can run,
but you can't hide').
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The only diamond in the rough, ever,
is make-believe : the stories our Mothers
told us, mixed within the deeds of all
our Fathers. I cannot tell the direction,
nor the speed, of these winds that now
pummel me.
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